Date: Fri, 5 May 2017 23:18:16 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus <jhtravus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Putting Out for the Frat Dude Next Door

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Putting Out For The Frat Guy Next Door


It wasn't that I set out to have sex with my neighbor's 23 year-old son. A
guy practically half my age. I was a good guy. I was the straight-laced guy
who spent my Friday nights in college studying or working, not getting
drunk at parties and getting laid. I was the guy who got to work early
every day and left late just to make sure I was on track for promotion. I
was the guy who always made sure the trash was taken out before bed before
my wife had to even nag me to do it. I had everything in my life handled. I
was that guy.

I'm not the guy who tiptoes out of bed at 2:30 AM on a Tuesday night and
sneaks across my back yard to my neighbor's house because I got a text from
their frat dude son saying he had a load he wanted to shoot down my throat.

Except here I was, feeling the damp, crunchy grass beneath my feet as I
crept across the yard.

His big German Shepard, Rocky, jerks awake at the sound of my movement, but
is immediately at ease when he realizes it's me. He knows the drill.

Rocky greets me warmly, tail wagging, as he licks my hand affectionately.

"Hey boy." I smile at him as I rub him behind the ears.

The guilt immediately starts to set in as I realize I've been such a
regular outlet for this guy that his big, mean guard dog doesn't find it
strange when I sneak into his yard in the middle of the night anymore. I
often had pangs of guilt like this whenever he would hit me up for a
spur-of-the-moment thing like this. But I still kept coming. That was for
sure. I may have the conscience to realize what I was doing was wrong, but
I didn't have the moral fortitude to do anything about it. I just didn't
have the strength to resist him. The opportunity to put a stop to this
thing we had going on had long passed. And if I was being truly honest with
myself, I really didn't want it to stop anyway.

I check my watch as I paced around the door, making sure to stay out of any
vantage points from the main house. Rocky was at my side, right there with
me.

He was late. Not that that was unusual. From the way it sounded, he was
going to make the rounds one last time before final call and see if he
could get a girl to go home with him. If not, I was on call. I suppose any
other self-respecting man wouldn't put up with this shit. But I was in too
deep now. I was hooked. I silently mumbled to myself my hope that he would
strike out. That he'd show up pissed off and horny and that I could be the
one to help him out. I didn't want him bringing home some girl to fuck. I
wanted to be the one to take his load, not the last bimbo at the bar who
just happened to be there before it closed.

He usually kept the door unlocked. He lives in a small guest house off to
the side behind his parent's house. He keeps telling me that I could let
myself in and wait for him inside on nights like this where he was making
his way back from the bars or a party or something and was itching to get
laid. Though I'd certainly feel safer indoors without having to explain to
his parents my motives for lurking around in their backyard at this weird
time of night if they ever caught me, it just didn't feel right letting
myself in. It felt like I was overstepping my bounds. Which is crazy, given
the fact he had texted me for a 3 AM blowjob when I had to get up for work
in a couple hours. I cursed myself for how tired I was sure to be tomorrow,
but I didn't regret my choice to tell him I'd be here for him when he got
back. No. He knows if he's itching to get laid, he can count on me.

And I liked that. I liked that a lot.

I hear a car quietly pull into the garage on the other side of the
house. Like one of Pavlov's dogs, my mouth starts to water at the
sound. Knowing he was here. Here for sex. Rocky wags his tail as he waits
for his master. In a fucked up way, I was kind of doing the same.

The old gate to the back yard creeks noisily as he opens it. He immediately
slows it down, so as to not make any unnecessary noise. Shit, I'd have to
get some WD40 from the store tomorrow and fix that rusty thing. It had the
potential to be a major cockblock if we weren't careful. It was either fix
the damned thing myself or stop whatever the hell it was we were doing. And
I definitely knew which of those scenarios I preferred.

I can hear the summer leaves crunching underneath his boots as he
approaches. My cock gives a jolt as he appears from around the corner.

"Hey." He says, nodding at me.

"Hey." I reply, following his lead as he opens the door.

					---

I suppose you're all wondering how this all began. How a successful guy
like me could find himself in the position of being 100% available to a guy
almost 20 years younger than him.

It all started when Luke Bradley came home for the summer.

My wife Laura and I had just moved in next door to the Bradleys when Luke
came home from college.

I want to start off by saying this. I love my wife. It's complicated. We'd
been married for about 7 years and decided to get a bigger place so that we
could start a family. And I was fully on board. I wanted that life for
us. I'd be lying if I said it was perfect timing with me being so busy with
work and all, but I wanted to make her happy. She wanted a baby and I
wanted to give one to her.

Laura means well, but sometimes it's just all too much for me. I'm a
meticulous man by nature, and having to navigate my work life on top of
keeping track of her ovulation schedule and keeping the yard trimmed, the
payments paid on time, the mortgage handled, and everything else I'm
juggling around, it would drive anyone crazy. I want to be a good husband
to her. And I was. Until Luke Bradley came home.

My first impression of Luke was that he seemed like your average guy home
from college. Except that even though he was only 23, he could easily pass
for 28. And in a good way. He was good-looking, had a great build on him,
seemed polite and engaging enough. Just all the stuff you'd expect from a
guy like him. His parents were clearly well off, and he was going the
pre-Law route at a decent school a couple hours away just like his old man
had done. It seemed like everything was going right for him.

When Luke had first gotten home my wife and I figured the neighborly thing
to do would be to offer him free use of the pool if he needed it. We didn't
really care one way or another if he took us up on it, but it seemed like
the polite thing to do, especially given the fact that our yards are only
separated by a small gate.

	For the first few days of summer I really didn't see much of
him. But one afternoon I saw him laying on one of the deck chairs next to
the pool listening to music. His baseball cap was turned backward and he
had his earbuds in his ears as he took in the sun. Luke was an athlete,
rotating from basketball in the spring to wrestling in the fall, with his
body mass changing accordingly. Right now he had just finished his
`cutting' phase, with his tall frame looking more lean as opposed to the
bulkier build of a wrestler that he'd be sporting in the winter. He had
baggy blue and white swim trunks hugging his midriff with his long, lithe
torso on display with a masculine patch of hair leading down the center of
his chest to his groin. His ab muscles looked incredible because of his low
body fat right now. I had to give it to him, the guy looked like a million
bucks. Almost as if he could sense me noticing him, one eye opened and he
waved to me before getting back into his zone, turning off the world around
him.

	Over the next week or so I'd find him like that most afternoons
after I got home from work. On one Friday afternoon in May I had just
gotten home from a particularly grueling day at the office. Lots of
meetings with high profile clients that had fallen through at the very last
second. I'd been working on courting these executives over to our company
and I just felt completely defeated. I ended up taking the second half of
the day off, telling my boss I needed it. Knowing all the hours I'd put in
that week, he agreed and told me not to sweat it. When I got home I was
exhausted. Not really thinking much of it, I cracked open a beer and sat
down at the kitchen table to relax, bringing the cold bottle to my lips
before I caught something out of the corner of my eye.

	Luke was at the pool again, just catching his breath after swimming
from the deep end to the steps, and he was looking at something off in the
distance. I couldn't see what had his attention, but it looked like he was
saying something. After a few seconds, a girl in a bikini came into view,
dipping her feet into the water and sitting on the edge.

	I could see why she had Luke's attention. She was a hot girl with a
great body. Long legs and decent tits. I tried telling myself I was being a
complete perv watching two people almost half my age in my pool but I
figured I wasn't doing any harm.

	I saw Luke mouth something to her and she shook her head, flirting
a little. A wicked grin spread across his face and in one motion, he pulled
her into the water with him.

	She looked like she tried to appear pissed off but he caught her
smiling and instead he pulled her in close, kissing her playfully at first
and then working up to a deep, passionate make-out session.

	Now this is where I should have looked away. I was a married man
for Christ's sake, and a hell of a lot older than these two college
co-eds. What business did I have watching this?

	But I couldn't look away.

	The way Luke's muscles bulged out from his long, lithe arms as he
caressed her. The way he held her so firmly but gently as he pulled at her
lips softly. The way-

	Wait, why was I looking at Luke? This hot chick was right in front
of me and I was focusing on the dude? What's gotten into you, Steve?

	As I got myself back in check Luke started to fumble with her
bikini top and expertly unhooked it smoothly, letting it fall into the
water beside them as she let him hold her tight, kissing each other
intensely.

	My jaw dropped at the sight of them. Luke, with his athletic frame
and good looks and her with her tight, but curvaceous body.

	In a move that was too fast and smooth to be new to him, he lifted
her up and lay her against the tile along the pool, kissing up and down her
neck as he shoved his swim suit down.

	Before I could even think of what I was doing I was craning my neck
to try and get a glimpse of what he was packing. I realized I was pissed
off. Not because these two college co-eds were about to have sex in my
pool, but because I wasn't in a good enough vantage point to watch it all
happen like I wanted to.

	I watched as he smoothly reached over to his clothes left on the
pool chair and retrieved a condom from his pocket, bringing it down below
my vantage point as they made out.

	She opened her legs willingly, her back to me, and all I could see
was Luke's intense stare as he lined up to her opening and pressed forward.

	Her head fell back in pleasure as he pressed into her, kissing up
and down her neck and massaging her with his strong hands.

	My own cock gave a throb as I thought about what she was
experiencing as his cock entered her. Wait. I mean what he was experiencing
as his cock entered her. What the fuck is going on, Steve? Why are you so
captivated by this guy? You're straight. You don't think about what the
chick feels when some guy presses into her.

	I reached down and slipped my hand into my pants and felt my rock
hard cock throbbing against my leg, precum already forming at the tip.

	The sight before me was so beyond hot, there weren't even words to
describe how erotic it was. The way she threw her head back in such
pleasure told me how skilled Luke was with his thrusts into her. It looked
like he was making her cum over and over again and she was yelling out for
more.

	I looked down and I had taken my cock out and started stroking it
without even realizing it. How the hell did that happen?

	But I couldn't deny how good it felt watching these beautiful
people fuck so passionately and animalistically right out in the open like
this. Right here in my back yard.

	I fantasized about Luke and this girl doing this all for me. This
grand performance for my enjoyment. Me, being in my marriage for however
many years making love to the same woman while they can go out and fuck
whomever they want. It was almost tantalizing how much I wanted to join
them.

	But no. Not just join them. To be them.

	I groaned out loud as I felt my balls squeezing tightly together as
I neared my own orgasm. It was all too much. Here I was, a grown man
jacking off watching two college students fuck in my own pool. I should
know better. But instead of stopping, my grip on my rock hard cock only
grew stronger and stronger.

	I wanted to cum with them. I wanted to shoot my load right as he
started to shoot inside of her. Luke had made his conquest cum over and
over again and I knew he was nearing his own release.

	I thought about how strong he must feel right now. This beautiful
girl spread out before him as she let him inside of her. How he knew he was
in complete control, and he could keep fucking her for as long as he
wanted. It became clear to me he wasn't just fucking her to get a nut
off. He was fucking her because he enjoyed the act of completely possessing
another human being. And experiencing how much this other human being so
enjoyed being possessed by him.

	I wasn't going to be able to hold off from blowing my load for much
longer. The way Luke was fucking her made him seem so adept and skilled. I
swear each thrust he made inside of her was bringing me closer and closer
to the edge. Closer and closer until I-

	It happened so fast, I could barely react. One second his eyes were
gazing down at her, taking in her beautiful body and curves presented for
him, and the next, his intense dark grey eyes were looking directly at
me. I didn't even consider the possibility that he couldn't see
me. Couldn't see exactly what I was doing. His gaze on me was
unwavering. He wouldn't even blink as he looked directly into my eyes
through the window, thrusting into her with deep, hard strokes now.

	And then I started shooting. Oh my fucking god did I start
shooting. With Luke's intense stare bearing right into my soul, I started
shooting like I hadn't shot since I was a teenager. Ropes and ropes of
thick, pearly white cum erupted from my cock as I drenched the living room
carpet below me, spraying out in a volume I didn't know was possible.

	The longer his gaze lasted, the longer I continued to expel more
and more cum from my body. It was agonizing pleasure. I knew I needed to
stop. There couldn't possibly be anything more for me to give, but I kept
shooting. His gaze was unwavering, compelling me to shoot more and more for
as long as he continued to stare. I needed him to look away; I need him to
release me from this state.

	And just when I thought I would collapse from the sheer overdrive
of my orgasm, he looked down at her again, and closed his mouth on her
neck, kissing her as he began to unload into her.

	The second his channeling into me had ceased, immediately all the
feelings I should have been feeling came racing through my head. I was a
grown man. A grown man who was watching these two beautiful people having
sex. There was enough cum splattered around my living room carpet to match
a locker room orgy for Christ's sake. How could I have done this? And more
importantly, why?

	Why was I so hypnotized by this guy? Fuck, I did it again. Not this
guy. I meant this couple.

	I didn't give Luke a chance to look up at me again. I was running
upstairs to clean myself up. I couldn't face him. I knew my wife wouldn't
be home for another hour or so, and I would be able to handle the mess I
made all over the carpet before she got back.

	I was utterly mortified by what had just occurred. And even worse
than that, I couldn't, for the life of me, understand why I was still rock
hard thinking about it.

					-


	Two weeks went by and I saw no sign of Luke. I couldn't face
him. Not after what I had done. I was leaving for the office an hour
earlier in the morning and coming home two hours late just to make sure
there was no chance of running into him.

	Through casual conversation I learned from my wife that Luke was
still using the pool in the afternoons. I didn't pry, but since she didn't
mention him bringing any playmates with him, I inferred he was alone.

	During dinner one night my wife mentioned that Luke's family would
be heading to their lakehouse for the weekend, wondering if we could take
their mail for them while they were gone. An instant sense of relief came
over me. I felt like I didn't have to hide.

	As my wife tended to the stove while she prepared our dinner, I
couldn't help but wrap my arms around her and kiss the back of her neck. I
hadn't gotten off since that time I watched Luke and his conquest in the
pool and I really, really wanted to have sex with my wife.

	"What's gotten into you?" Laura asked, giggling as she stirred.

	"You wanna?" I whispered into her ear as my hands wandered down to
her body as I breathed in her scent hungrily.

	"I'm not ovulating until next Sunday." She replied, pulling away
from me. "We don't have to have sex until then."

	I pulled back immediately. I couldn't believe the words that had
just left her mouth. And even more importantly, I couldn't believe the fact
that she didn't feel the need to take any of it back or feel the need to
fix anything.

	We don't have to have sex until then. My knuckles were white from
how angry I was. She was my wife. I was her husband. Was having sex with me
just so terrible that it's something she only had to do for means of
procreation?

	I stood there looking at the woman I had vowed to spend the rest of
my life with. She stirred stoically, completely oblivious to how deeply she
had just hurt me.

	I thought rationally. I knew sex with me was not a chore. I'd had
plenty of girlfriends before Laura who had told me that I was the best fuck
they'd ever had. And I know the difference between an empty hearted ego
boost and genuine, toe curling orgasms.

	I was a good fucking lay, damn it. And my wife was completely
uninterested. I'm not a bad looking guy. I keep myself in shape. I'm a good
provider. So what the fuck?

	I'm not a jerk. I'm not some asshole who'll punch his fist through
a wall when someone doesn't put out. But when my wife and I hadn't had sex
in weeks and she confesses to me that I'm just a means to get pregnant to
her, I felt completely neutered. Like I wasn't a man.

	"Do you even realize what you just said, Laura?" I finally asked
her.

	"What, hun?" She asked, as if I'd just read her the score of the
local middle school volley ball game.

	"Laura, it's been weeks since we've had sex. I want to feel
connected with my wife."

	"Oh, don't be like this, Steve. I'm tired, alright?"

	"You're tired!" I shouted, fuming. "You're tired! From what,
sitting at home and doing a half hour of fucking palates in the morning?
I've been working 60 hour weeks, for Christ's sake!"

	"And you're never home!" She yelled back, defensively, still not
looking at me as she hovered over the stove. Even now, I still wasn't
important enough to her to receive her undivided attention.

	"Why the hell would I need to be home, Laura?" I spat. "So that I
can have sex with my wife? Nope. So I can spend some quality time with my
wife? Nope. So I can- Jesus Laura, would you turn away from that fucking
stove for once and look at me!"

	"I can't, Steve, or it will start to boil and it won't rise
properly!"

	"I don't give a fuck about dinner, Laura!" I yelled, turning away
and heading out the door to the back yard.

	"Oh Steve, don't be like this." She sighed, trying to minimize my
feelings. As if I was simply choosing to be difficult and she was the voice
of reason I needed to keep myself in check.

	As my response I slammed the door and headed out to the pool,
settling down in one of the pool chairs, sulking.


	For about an hour or so, I stayed there, out by the pool, with just
me and my thoughts. I thought about how I could fix all this. How I would
just ignore Luke and have things slowly get back to normal. He'd be gone
again in a few months and this whole issue would be behind me.

I wasn't naive. I knew I was projecting some of my frustrations about what
had happened with Luke onto my wife. I was confused. And I was hurt. And
while there was some definite validity in my frustrations with Laura, I
knew I had to figure some shit out.

My wife had grown upset with me for spending so much time at the office. We
hadn't had sex in weeks. She knew I wasn't having an affair, because, as
her best friend is the boss's wife, she received constant praises of how
hard I was working. And besides, I wasn't the type of guy who has
affairs. I was too vanilla.

	I hated that I had let what happened that afternoon control my life
like this. My cock was constantly hard. I knew that everything had
changed. And it was really messing with my head.


	I dipped my feet in the water as I thought, letting the water run
over my legs. I couldn't help but think about how Luke had fucked that girl
at this very spot. Right here. How she'd been moaning, writhing in pleasure
as he thrust into her with such precision and power.

	A door shut nearby.

	I was hoping it was Laura coming out to join me so we could talk
things out after we'd both had the chance to cool off. But I looked over to
the house and all the lights were off, except for the bedroom.  I could see
her silhouette in the window curtains down, in bed with a magazine.

	I heard footsteps making their way up the path and Luke came into
view with a couple of beers.

	My heart stopped.

	"Evening, Mr. Coleman." He greeted me, nodding to me as he handed
me a beer.

	"Evening, Luke." I replied, trying to act calm. "I thought I told
you to call me Steve. . ."

	"My parents would kill me and we both know it." He laughed. "Rough
day?"

	"You could definitely say that." I answered, staring down at my
feet, thinking.

	"I know the feeling. Summer's a bitch." He deadpanned for a moment
before laughing. "So much time, so little work to do."

	"Psshh. . ." I scoffed. "Ah, you're fine. You deserve to crash like
this over the summer. I did the same thing when I was home from school."

	"Yeah, well if you could explain that to my folks, that'd be
great." He laughed.

	"I take it the nagging has started already?" I asked, feeling a
little more at ease, breathing a little.

	"I swear, if I don't follow the same footsteps as my dad and
accomplish everything he accomplished in half the time he did, they'll be
on my ass."

	"I hear you on that." I laughed.

	"Were you an only child, too?" He asked.

	"No. Even worse. Oldest of four kids."

	"Worse? That's debatable."

	"Maybe so." I laughed. "But just know as long as you're here" I
said, pointing to the divide that separates our yard from his parent's,
"you don't have to deal with all of that. You can enjoy yourself here. Let
loose. Whatever happens here stays here." I instantly regretted saying it.

	"Thanks Steve." He smiled. "I really appreciate that, man." He
reached down to scratch an itch above his knee and absentmindedly
rearranged himself inside of his swim trunks. For a split second I could
have sworn I saw where the head of his cock lined up, but I figured I had
to be mistaken or the guy would be hung like a fucking horse. As soon as I
had thought I had seen it, it was gone again, and he was back to nursing
his beer.


"How's life over on your side of the fence?" He asked, closing his eyes,
enjoying the atmosphere around us. The guy just emanated confidence. All
the extra years I had on him and I wish I had half of the confidence he
has.

	"Oh, you know." I muttered, fumbling with the cap of my beer. "I
feel like all that effort I put into growing up faster than everyone else
is really catching up with me, you know? I feel like I'm practically my
parents' age."

	"Nah, you're being too hard on yourself, Steve."

	"You really think so?"

	"Yeah. You're cool, man. Don't worry too much."

	"Well thanks, Luke." I replied. I couldn't help but feel a little
more validated by having this guy tell me that. I'm not sure why his
approval meant so much to me.

	With each breath he took, his chest would expand and compress,
causing his trunks to ride up against his stomach and then fall flat
again. Each time he breathed out I could swear I could start to see the
outline of his shaft jutting out to almost the bottom of his trucks. It was
mesmerizing. I couldn't help but keep my eyes on it.

	"I'm surprised you haven't just done it already." He said, not
bothering to open his eyes.

	"Done what?" I asked, snapping back to reality.

	"Gotten down on your knees and sucked my cock already."

	I sat up with a jolt.

	"What?!" I shouted, completely thrown for a loop.

	"Come on man, are you really going to try and deny it? Fuck, since
you came out here you haven't stopped trying to sneak a peak at my junk for
one second."

	I couldn't believe the fucking nerve of this kid. "Uh, Luke, I
think you seriously misread something here, I-"

	"It's not a big deal to me, man. It's not like I haven't let a dude
blow me before." He shrugged, reaching down to grab his junk through his
trunks, his semi-hard cock filling out an impressive mound under the
pattern.

	"Luke, I don't know what you think is happening here but-"

	"It's okay, Steve. If you want to suck me off, that's fine with
me. I mean, I wasn't looking forward to spending the summer jacking off
every day."

	I could feel the blood rushing through my veins. I just wanted him
to stop talking and to leave. "Luke, I think you'd better go."

	"That time you jacked yourself off while you watched me fuck that
girl in this pool."

	"Luke, I-"

	"What did she look like? Brunette? Blonde? Tall, short?"

	"I don't- I don't remember. . ." I answered, realizing I was being
honest. I tried thinking back to that moment but all I could picture was
this blur in my mind.

	"Yeah, well tell me what you remember about me? What trunks was I
wearing? How did I start fucking her, on her back? Holding her down?"

	Instantly I pictured his blue and white swim suit, clinging to his
strong legs as he pounded into that faceless, totally indistinctive girl. I
could see every single ripple of his muscles; the way his abs became more
defined each time he thrust forward inside of her. I remember the way the
water clung to the trail of hair leading down below his belly button.

	He sat up and looked directly into my eyes with that strong,
powerful gaze.

	I froze.

	"Tell me I'm wrong and I'll get up and leave. I'll never bring this
up again."

	I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out.

	What the fuck, Steve, say something! Tell this guy to fuck off and
never disrespect you like this again!

	His gaze only intensified. "Tell me you don't want to get on your
knees right now, and suck me off. Right here. Right now."

	I got up to leave. I was incensed that this guy practically half my
age was talking to me like this. He had no fucking clue what he was talking
about. His arrogance and self-assuredness was so completely off base that-

	Except I wasn't leaving. I was slowly getting on my knees, the hard
rock floor of my patio meeting my knee caps as I positioned myself at his
feet, looking up at him.

	"Do it." He nodded, spreading his legs so that his giant cock
strained against the fabric of his trunks, leaving nothing to the
imagination.

	Before I knew what I was doing, my nose was tracing along the mound
in his trunks, breathing his scent in. My eyes rolled into the back of my
head. It was intoxicating. He smelled like a man. His natural musk was
releasing pheromones that were driving me absolutely crazy. I felt the
outline of his dick with my fingers, my heart practically beating out of my
chest.

	"Go on." He said, looking me in the eye. "Take it out."

	I knew that if I tried to respond I wouldn't be able to get it
out. All the conflicted feelings I was experiencing at once.

	So instead I just did what my body was compelling me to do right
now. Every sense in me was telling me to stop. But I couldn't. I slowly
brought my fingers to the clasp of his swim trunks and unbuttoned them.

	I could barely contain myself as I reached inside and finally felt
it.

	His thick shaft immediately pulsed against my fingers. He felt as
hard as concrete. I ran my fingers up his rod, not fully understanding the
immense length until I reached the head, pulling it down and through the
flap, freeing it.

	Jesus fucking Christ.

	At least 9, maybe 10 inches of solid, rock-hard cock stood towering
over me and I took in the sight of him. And these weren't porn
inches. These were honest to god, prime college jock inches.

	I had never seen anything like it.

	The only other cock I had seen in the flesh to compare it with was
my own 7 incher, and even though I had never had any feelings of inadequacy
before, I couldn't have felt any more in awe of the stud in front of me.

	I slowly cupped my hand around the head and gripped along the
shaft, moving up and down to feel the sheer size of it in my fingers.

	The look on his face was unmistakable. It was power. He knew I was
captivated. Captivated by his masculinity. Captivated by his raw sexual
magnetism. Captivated by the fact that he was practically half my age and
his cock was still bigger than mine and he knew it. He knew it without even
having to compare. He knew it because Luke Bradley carried the kind of
innate confidence a man carries when he knows he's hung. The kind of
confidence you either have or you don't. And Luke Bradley had it.

	He took the initiative to pull down his trunks so that they were at
his feet, letting his big, round testicles feel the warm night air as he
let me revel in his glory. Fuck, even his balls were massive. Two perfectly
sculpted orbs resting below him, surging with testosterone and masculinity.

	It suddenly became clear to me that even though I had never been
anywhere close to this position before, instinct was telling me what to do.

	I was here to service Luke Bradley. I was here to suck his
cock. All the times I had been in his position, looking down at a woman as
she grasped my cock before she performed oral sex on me. . . now I was in
that position. I was the one on my knees getting ready to be the one doing
the pleasuring.

	I did the only thing I could do.

	I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, feeling the first
sensation of another man's cock. This was all so new. So unexpected. But I
didn't have time to think about all the barriers I was breaking. I had a
job to do. I was here to do one thing. And that was to service my
neighbor's 23 year-old jock son.

	I swirled my tongue around the head and went lower. I took more of
his cock into my mouth. I could feel the big vein running down his immense
shaft pulse against my tongue.

	It was intoxicating.

	On pure instinct alone, I widened my jaw and slurped around his
shaft, drawing back up and wrapping my tongue around the head again.

	I felt his fingers grab the back of my neck and he groaned
pleasurably.

	It gave me a rush. Knowing I was doing a good job. Knowing I was
making this embodiment of human masculinity feel good; rewarding him simply
for being a man who deserved to be getting his cock sucked right now.

	I felt a sense of purpose being here, on my knees, servicing
him. All the tired cliché's seemed true. I was doing what I was put
onto this earth to do.

	Eagerly I went down on him again, trying to take more of him in me
this time.

	"Ahhh!" He winced, feeling my teeth scrape him on my way down.

	I instantly started to recoil, to apologize for my inadequacies,
but he stopped me, holding my head down and rubbing the back of my neck to
sooth me.

	"You've really never done this before, have you?" He asked looking
down at me from his superior position.

	I shook my head, gulping nervously.

	"Hmm." He pondered to himself as he slowly pushed me down again,
letting me take more of him into my throat. "I was almost sure you'd sucked
cock before when I lay in bed at night thinking about this."

	I practically whimpered with his massive cock sliding down my
throat as I considered the fact that Luke Bradley thought about me like
that.

	"Nothing personal, Steve. You just always struck me as a
cocksucker." He explained, starting to thrust in and out of my throat with
his hips.

	Fuck, that made me feel good. The fact that Luke Bradley had
recognized something deep inside of me that I hadn't recognized
myself. . . that he had known I was here to service an alpha male like
him. . . that made me feel like I was doing exactly what I was supposed to
be doing, right here, right now.

	"You're doing really good, Steve." He muttered, pushing me down on
him further, encouraging me.

	His cockhead was tapping against the back of my throat and I was
trying with all of my might not to gag. But he was just so fucking big. . .

	He went one centimeter too far and I started gagging, pulling off
of him and coughing. My eyes were watering and I had to wipe the spit from
my face.

	"Hey. Look at me." Luke commanded, turning my head to him. "That's
okay. You're doing great."

	I nodded gratefully, catching my breath.

	"Why don't you take a break." He suggested, repositioning himself
so that his balls were in front of my face. "Why don't you start on my
balls a little. You know what dudes like."

	I did know what dudes like. I knew exactly what dudes like. I knew
the rush and pleasure a man gets when a woman goes down on him, taking his
balls in her mouth and making him feel good and powerful. I fucking loved
it.

	But now I was the one who would be making him feel powerful.

	I looked up at his massive, round balls, smooth and freshly shaven,
pulsing against each other.

	I opened my mouth, leaning up to them and carefully feeling his
soft pouch with my tongue.

	He breathed in pleasurably as I massaged him with my tongue, taking
my time to feel out the sensations of his curved testicle against my
tongue. He was so smooth and even. It was amazing to me that nature could
produce something so perfect.

	I took an entire ball in my mouth and massaged it with my tongue,
causing him to throw his head back in pleasure and moan, rubbing the back
of my neck encouragingly.

	"That's so fucking good. . ." He sighed, pulling me forward.

	His words of encouragement seemed to light a fire in me to do
better. I wanted to make him feel good. Desperately. I needed to make him
feel good.

	I spent my time moving my tongue along his sack to his other
testicle, giving it the same treatment, getting to know every single
centimeter he would allow me to experience.

	His rubbing of my neck became more urgent and he pushed me back,
moving his body back down so that his massive, rock-hard cock was towering
above me again. There was precum dripping all down his shaft, giving it a
glossy appearance. Evidently my efforts to pleasure him had been
succeeding.

	"Get back on that cock." He said under his breath, forcing my head
back down as he slipped inside of me once more, letting my tongue swirl all
the way down his head and along the shaft, feeling his balls draw back
against one another.

	I continued sucking up and down, feeling a little more comfortable
each time, allowing more of him to slide into the back of my throat.

	I could feel him continuing to leak more precum from the tip of his
cock, unprepared for the amount of fluid he was producing. Luke Bradley was
a pre-cummer, alright, which certainly wasn't a surprise given the size of
his balls.

	I worked my tongue back up to the tip to collect the sap I'd earned
through my efforts, and immediately noticed how much easier it was to take
him deeper down my throat with the added lubrication.

	"That's it. . ." Luke said, gripping the back of my neck. "You're
gonna pull this load out of me in no time."

	I nodded obediently, working my throat muscles around the head of
his sizable cock, eagerly awaiting his impending orgasm.

	The thrill of knowing my dedication to his needs would be rewarded
by his seed made me anxious, both because of the excitement it gave me, but
also because I didn't know if I could handle it.

	His breathing quickened, thrusting down my throat rapidly until he
pulled out quickly, holding my head in place as he jacked himself off
directly in front of me.

	"Oh fuck, Mr. Coleman, I'm gonna shoot. . ." He huffed, breathing
in and out.

	It happened in slow motion. Every nuance. Every movement.

	His mammoth-sized balls drew up against one another as he groaned
out, grabbing my hair as he constricted his hands, announcing his orgasm.

	His giant cock pulsed visibly in his hands just before his urethra
opened up and I swear I could see the white fluid build up at the head
until I saw it shoot out against my face.

	Holy fuck, this was really happening.

	I closed my eyes instinctually as I felt his cum splatter against
my forehead. And then again. And again. And again and again. Shot after
shot of warm, frat-guy cum splashed against my face as he doused me with
his seed.

	I was not prepared for the sheer volume of cum that was erupting
from Luke Bradley.

	Time was speeding up now, no longer in the slow motion freeze-frame
I had experienced when he first started shooting.

	I could hear him speaking to me, though I couldn't make out what he
was saying.

	"Mmmtrr Cccmnnn-" I heard, almost in a trance.

	"Mr. Coleman." He said again, his grip on the back of my head
loosened as he tried to break me out of my trance.

	"Y-yeah?" I answered, collecting my surroundings as I came back
down to reality.

	"Are you okay?" He asked, reaching behind him. "Here, let me-"

	I felt him bring his towel to my face, pressing the fabric against
my skin to try and mop up the evidence of his incredibly virile orgasm.

	It was all starting to hit me. All at once.

	I realized how sore my knees were, kneeling down on the rocky patio
floor all this time as I serviced him.

	"Man, Mr. Coleman, I really can't believe you'd never sucked cock
before, I mean-"

	"I need to leave." I said, standing up suddenly. "We can't be out
here like this."

	And whether I meant that in regard to my wife being able to catch
us in the act if she came down stairs or if I meant we can't be out here
like this because I'm a grown man and I just gotten down on my knees and
sucked off my neighbor's 23 year-old son, I wasn't sure.

	"Alright, I get it." He nodded, a little disappointed in the quick
shift in my demeanor. "But listen, Mr. C. And I mean this in the nicest way
possible. . . you're a natural at sucking cock."

	I picked up the empty beer bottles and made the walk back into the
house, looking at myself in the reflection of the window over the sink as I
washed all the pots and pans sitting there leftover from dinner.

	I stood there and thought about what had happened tonight. And why
it happened. Why was I so transfixed by this frat dude next door? Why did I
get so much joy out of pleasing him?

	"you're a natural at sucking cock."

	I kept hearing his last works echoing in my head. I wasn't a
cocksucker. I was a married man. Before tonight I'd never even thought
about sucking cock.

	Except I was a cocksucker. No amount of denying it could ever erase
the fact that I had sucked Luke Bradley off tonight.

	And did I even want to deny it? I'd been a great husband to my wife
for almost 10 years and I would be hard pressed to ever hear a word of
recognition or appreciation for it. But the second I get on my knees and
suck cock I'm getting told how great I am at it. That I'm a natural.

	I wasn't going to deny that sucking off Luke Bradley made me feel
good. Because it did. Really good, in fact. The only question now was
whether I was going to give in to the temptation of letting it happen
again.

	As I stared into my reflection from the window I noticed a small
drop of cum sitting on the crease of my nose.

	I brought my finger to it and collected it on the tip before
bringing it to my tongue.

	I closed my eyes and savored it, immediately being brought back to
that rush I felt when I had first worked him over the edge and felt him
unloading on me, shot after shot of frat guy cum erupting onto my face.

	My cock instantly pulsed in my pants.

	After I finished washing up, I carried myself upstairs, collapsing
on the bed next to my wife.

	Laura stirred, pressing up against me and humming, sleepily.

	"Hi hun." She yawned. "I don't ever want to fight like that."

	"Me neither." I replied, wrapping my arms around her.

	"Tonight. . ." She said, turning over to face me and closing her
eyes, dreamily. "It all just came out of no where."

	"Yeah. . ." I sighed, the moonlight shining through our bedroom
window, Luke's house looming close, in plain sight. I could see his
silhouette moving around behind the curtains in his room.  "It really did,
didn't it? Completely out of no where. . ."

					-

	The next couple of days were challenging, mentally, to say the
least. I fluctuated through cycles of pure lust and intrigue for what I had
done with Luke to regret and confusion.

	One thing was certain, however. I was always thinking about
him. Thinking about what we had done.

	It was hard to focus on work. I found myself at the office even
longer than usual. After a few days, even with my half-hearted
concentration, I had gotten so ahead of my colleagues that my boss told me
to take a half day and head on home. No matter how hard I protested, he
wouldn't take no for answer and insisted I take the rest of the afternoon
off for a job well done.

	I sat at the dining room table lost in thought when I heard a
splash from the back yard. I immediately panicked. I wasn't prepared to
face him. Not yet. I stood up from the kitchen table and started to make my
retreat upstairs, but stopped as I reached the first step. Another
splash. This time followed by giggling.

	I couldn't help myself.

	I slowly crept my way back into the kitchen and peered out the
window to the pool.

	Luke was there. With a girl. Not the same girl as last time. This
was a different girl. A sportier girl.

	They instantly started making out against the edge, with him
pulling the same move from last time, smoothly working on her bikini top as
he kissed her.

	I couldn't describe all of the emotions running through my mind at
that very second, watching him. I was angry. Angry that this guy had the
nerve to bring another chick into my yard again looking to get laid. I was
hurt. Hurt that here I was racking my brain for days now over what we had
done, trying to reconcile my emotions and how I could allow myself to be
used in such a meaningless way by this 23 year-old frat guy. But most of
all, I was jealous. Jealous that Luke Bradley was in my pool making out
with this chick and not me.

	It was a realization that scared me. I couldn't watch them. Not
this time.

	I lingered for just moment, wondering if he would ever look up to
see if I was noticing him.

But was I wondering he would? Or was I hoping he would?

His eyes never looked up from his newest conquest as they made out,
reaching his hand over to his clothes again to find another rubber.

I couldn't watch him do it.

I turned away and walked up the stairs, slamming the door as I made my way
into my bedroom, and collapsing on our bed.

I was jealous. And it was really fucking with my mind right now.

						-

	The next evening after dinner Luke came out to the patio to lay out
by the pool with his ear phones in as the sun started to set.

	He had thrown on a jersey and looked like he had just gotten back
from working out. The muscles in his arms were especially defined. I just
couldn't keep my eyes off him.

	I'd decided that what had happened with Luke had awakened something
in me. Something I needed to explore further. I had liked it. And I know he
had liked it.

	I needed to figure out a way to somehow keep this going but I was
still a man. I wasn't going to be Luke's bitch. Not me. This was going to
be an equal thing moving forward between us, and I had to establish that.

	So I saw my opportunity.

	I grabbed a few beers and took a deep breath before I closed the
door behind me, making my way over to the patio.

	"Evening Luke." I said with a confident smile as he saw me walking
toward the pool chairs where he was seated.

	"Evening Mr. Coleman." He replied casually.

	I sat down beside him and handed him a beer, which he accepted with
a nod.

	I waited for him to speak first. To try and clear up what had
happened between the two of us and explain where his head was at. But
instead he just looked out in front of us, taking in the breeze as he
nursed his beer, seemingly not a care in the world.

	"Nice night." I said, feeling the need to break the silence. Damn
it. I was hoping I would have the upper hand if I made him speak first.

	"Sure is." He nodded, relaxed.

	It was taking everything in me to not bring it up. To tell him all
the time I'd spent thinking about what we had done and all the conflicting
emotions I had about it. But I couldn't. I couldn't be the one to break
first. I know I wanted to explore more with him. But I couldn't be the one
to ask for it. He was going to have to meet me half way here.

	I watched him as he continued to sip on his beer, relaxing. Not a
care in the world.

	I took a sip from mine, sighing. "You know, this is a pretty cool
night for the summer. I feel like we're in for-"

	"Look Mr. Coleman, what did you come out here for?" He asked,
staring out into the distance.

	I was taken aback. What had I come out here for? Into my fucking
yard? I had to explain myself to him?

	"Well I just thought you-" I started.

	"I don't play games, alright?" He said, finally turning to look at
me. "Are you putting out tonight or not? Because if not, I need to be
downtown buying drinks for girls right about now."

	I sat there speechless. Here I was wanting him to fight for me. To
make me feel like I had won. That he and I had connected on such a level
that neither of us had predicted and that he wanted this just as much as I
did. But he'd taken my leverage. This wasn't about him trying to impress me
enough to do for him what I had done for him that night. No. I couldn't
play hard to get with him now. Because if I told him no, he could easily
get laid somewhere else.

	Once again, Luke Bradley's words echoed in my mind as I replayed
them back in my head.

	Are you putting out tonight or not?

	His eyes were staring into mine, unyielding. God he was
handsome. Enchanting even.

	 "Y-yes." I said, slowly nodding my head.

	"Yes what?" He asked, setting his beer down and leaning closer.

	"Yes I'll. . . put out. . . tonight."

	"Cool." He shrugged casually, standing up and stretching. "Your
place or mine, Mr. C?"

				-

I must have sucked his cock at least 10 times that first week. Looking back
on it now, I made myself way too available way too fast. There wasn't a
single 24-hour period those first few weeks where Luke Bradley wasn't
getting his cock sucked.

Becoming this 23 year-old frat dude's personal cocksucker awakened
something in me I never knew I had. I'm the guy who over analyzes
everything. I don't take risks. Responsibility is my middle name. But there
was something about my role as Luke Bradley's cocksucker that clicked with
me. I didn't have to be the analyzer. The over achiever. The do-gooder. All
I had to do was put out.

And I was good at it. I was good at putting out for Luke Bradley. God damn,
am I a good cocksucker. I took to sucking cock like I was born to do it.

All those half-hearted blowjobs I'd gotten in college from women who didn't
have a clue what they were doing or care enough to learn how to do it
right. . . all the things I wish they'd done instead. I could do it
instead. I could be that person for Luke. And it was an honor I dedicated
myself to for the next few weeks without looking back.

Last week was a major milestone in my dedication to the role of being Luke
Bradley's personal cocksucker.

It was a busy day at work, and I had just finished an important
presentation with potential new clients. I had left them in the board room
to converse amongst themselves and come up with an offer, and as I waited I
felt my hands naturally pull out my phone.

Now I know this isn't unusual. Pulling out your phone to pass the time
isn't exactly revolutionary. But in the back of my mind I knew I was hoping
there would be a message from Luke. I saw I had one notification and my
dick pulsed in my pants as I opened it.

Nope. From Laura. Something about me forgetting to fix the sink in the
guest bathroom before I left for work.

	All the things I do right seem to go unnoticed but the second
something isn't done around the house, Laura's on it.

	I needed a pick me up.

	I brought my thumb to Luke's messages and started reading them.  I
scrolled through our messages and what I was confronted with was eye
opening. With each swipe of my thumb, message after message flashed before
my eyes. At the beginning the messages were longer. A "hey, want to come
over after you get home from work?" or "I'd appreciate you helping me out
if you're still awake." But further down the list the messages started to
get shorter and shorter. Dozens upon dozens of texts from Luke, each one of
them representing a successful play made by himself to getting his cock
sucked. As my thumb started to reach the midway point of our numerous
texts, the message became the same, pretty much every single time.

 "hey"

 Each line, perfectly symmetrical to the one below it. The guy wasn't
exactly pulling out all the stops, courting me into sucking him off
whenever he wanted it. And I realized, why should he have to? I've proven
I'd suck him off anyway. I knew what "hey" meant. "hey" meant "I need to
blow a load and you're going to be on your knees in three minutes to take
it." And I would be. Every single time. I counted the messages one by
one. 43 messages. Which meant I, a seemingly straight married man,, had
stopped whatever I was doing to suck off the 23 year-old frat guy next door
43 times. A kid almost half my age had used my throat to get off 43 times
within the past 2 months alone. Fuck, that's not even counting the times he
manages to get me suck him off a second time before I leave!

Damn it, my dick was starting to tent through my pants. I kept my eyes on
the glass double doors to the board room to make sure my potential clients
were still conversing amongst themselves.

I glanced down at my phone and jumped.

Luke was typing something.

Fuck, I felt like a 13 year-old girl getting butterflies in her stomach
when she knows the guy she had a crush on is thinking about her.

It was over just as soon as it began.

[Luke Bradley]: hey

	I checked the time stamp to make sure it was a new message. 11: 43
AM today. I checked the clock above the door. 11:43.

	I instantly started sweating.

	Luke had never done this before. Not during office hours. On a
Monday morning. He usually slept past noon at least and would have me blow
him after his work out. But that was during the weekends. He'd never hit me
up for sex while I was at work

	I stuffed my phone into my pocket to try and calm myself down. I
had to stay focused. This was my job. And no matter how much I wanted to
step into that boardroom and tell these fat corporate blowhards to fuck
off, get in my car, and suck off the frat guy next door, I had to establish
at least some semblance of boundaries.

	Whether those boundaries were more for Luke or myself, I couldn't
be sure.

	I tapped my foot anxiously against the carpet. Knowing that he was
out there, wanting me to come suck his cock.

	Fuck!

	How the hell was I supposed to concentrate knowing there was a
horny frat guy out there wanting my throat to get off in?

	I jumped as the door to the boardroom swung open.

	"Steve?" One of the clients stuck his head out.

	"Yeah, everything okay, Gary?" I blurted out a little too fast,
sweat running down my head.

	"We really hate to be wasting your time like this, but my partners
and I just need a little more time. Trust me, this is the closet we've come
to an agreement yet, and we've tried four different firms already. It's
just a big decision, and-"

	"Hey, understood!" I interrupted him. "You guys take all the time
you need."

	He nodded gratefully and began to let the door swing closed before
I went for it.

	I just had to.

	"Hey Gary?" I caught him. "I know what it's like trying to
deliberate with the other side breathing down your neck. It's almost
noon. Why don't I let you guys have the boardroom, get you guys some to-go
menus and you guys can hash all this out over lunch and I'll get out of
here. Say meet back at 1?"

	"Really?" He asked, not sure if he was hearing me correctly.

	"Sure. Happens all the time." I lied. "I'll be back in an hour and
you guys can have Karen call out for lunch. And you all have my cell if you
need to reach me before then."

	"That actually sounds perfect, Steve." He smiled. "We really
appreciate it."

	"Hey, don't sweat it." I replied, literally wiping the sweat
running down my forehead as I said it.

	I was in the car in under 90 seconds. I was officially cutting work
to suck off the frat guy next door. This was a new low. And yet all I was
feeling was a high. A high from knowing how good a cocksucker I was that I
was choosing cock over my job. And knowing I was doing it because I wanted
to do it, not because Luke had asked me to do it.

	As I thought about all the potential ramifications for what I was
about to do, I was suddenly pulling into my driveway. How the hell had I
gotten home so fast? Just as I was about to put my car in park, I suddenly
realized I was doing this all wrong.

Laura couldn't know I was here.

	I quietly reversed, backing my car out of the driveway and rolled
past my house, finally parking two blocks away on a side street.

	As I walked up the road I couldn't help but feel like I was some
mistress, furtively sneaking around attempting to go unnoticed as I met
some horny guy for sex.

	When I made it to my house I quickly slipped into the backyard and
lightly tapped on Luke's door to signify I was here.

	I nervously glanced over my shoulder to make sure I wasn't being
watched.

	The door in front of me opened and Luke was standing there in
nothing but a loose pair of nylon basketball shorts. Even completely soft
his dick tented out obscenely. The light dusting of hair leading from the
center of his chest into his shorts was making my mouth water. His dog
Rocky sees me and immediately starts barking menacingly.

	"Hey, Mr. C, you get all dressed up to impress me or something?" He
asked, noting my business attire as he held the door open for me, kicking
Rocky out.

	"I only have a quick break and then I need to be back at work." I
said, loosening my tie. "We have to make this quick, Luke."

	"Work?" He asked, his eyes glazing over. "On a Saturday?"

	"What, Satur- it's Monday, Luke."

	"No shit?" He laughed, lying back on his mattress, shrugging. "I
can never tell during summer."

	"Listen, Luke, you can't text me like that while I'm at the
office." I said to him, hanging my suit up by the door.

	"Well you're here, aren't you?" He replied with a cocky grin.

	"It doesn't matter. I've got to be able to concentrate on my job
when I'm at work and not. . . and not-"

	"And not sucking my cock?" He finished for me, reaching into his
shorts and pulling out his magnificent piece.

	"And not sucking your cock. . ." I nodded, climbing onto the
mattress with him and positioning my face over his crotch.

	"Then by all means. Mr. Coleman. Don't let me keep you here long."
He said, waving his dick around and putting his hand on the back of my
neck.

	I tossed my tie over my back and opened my mouth slowly, wrapping
my lips around the head of his cock and taking him in.

	"Fuck, that's good head. . ." He groaned, leaning back.

	I took him in deeper, encouraged by his praises and worked on
getting him off quickly so that I could be back at work soon. I needed this
to be a fast one. Usually Luke doesn't like fast. He likes me to take my
time and really work a load out of him and earn it, but we didn't have that
luxury this time.

	As I took more and more of his cock down my throat, I felt his hand
on the back of my neck begin to drift downward, rubbing my back to
encourage me to continue my efforts on his cock.

	His movements were at the back of my mind as I serviced him until I
felt his hand brush against my ass over my pants.

	His other hand on the back of my neck continued to placate me as he
grazed my ass with his thumb.

	His voice was gentle but authoritative. "You know one of these days
I'm going to want to fuck you."

	It was a statement. There wasn't a modicum of uncertainty in his
words.

	It was something I'd thought about before. Luke and I crossing that
line with each other. His big cock splitting my virgin cheeks open and
pounding in and out of me as I gave him that last, most intimate part of
me.

	"Yes." I answered, pulling off his cock and massaging the head with
my tongue, collecting the reliable stream of precum oozing at the top. "I
do know that."

	He massaged the back of my neck gently as he cupped my ass with the
other. "And you know you're going to want me to."

	"Yes." I gulped, closing my eyes as the realization came over
me. "I know that, too."

	I couldn't decide which revelation frightened me more. The fact
that, eventually, Luke was going to fuck me, or the fact that I was going
to want him to do it. In the back of my mind I knew he was right. On both
accounts. It was just a matter of when. There was a lot of summer remaining
for this guy and a lot of opportunity for him to make good on it. The
thought of letting myself get fucked seemed like something I would never be
ready for. But then again, the thought of letting myself get down on my
knees and suck off my neighbor's 23 year-old son seemed like something I
would never be ready for either, much less becoming his personal on-call
cocksucker.

	He presses down on the back of my head, pushing more of his cock
into my throat, almost as if to tell me not to dwell on it.

	The time would come another day. But right now, I had a job to do.

	And so I did what I do best. I opened up my throat and went down on
him, giving him a nice, soft place to blow his load into.

	I was a married man and I was putting out for the frat dude next
door.

	And I had never felt more alive.



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